Now There's a Courtyard with an Abject Knight Yodeling His Head Off for the Hell of It

On slowness. The above is my lack of slowness' theme song. Yes, this gag again. A different sort of hell: a 24 page drawing of the Battle of the Somme. Salon has been waving Confederate flags in threes and fours daily the past week. Every day there's an article on Ted Cruz, Ron Paul, their shameless pandering to old white Republicans angry their privilege is expiring. Pandering, man that Salon is against pandering. One man's 4AD Top Ten. Live Julia Holter. Here is Seth Ackerman in Jacobin reproducing a faithful Liberal history of the hard Conservative strain in American politics since whenever. I've had no apostasies about the hard core fans of the hard Conservative strain in American politics and the fulfillment of martyr's scripture they're enjoying, the if I can't you can't either that the American Left has lost and in losing is fearful of any others' martyr's scripture. Satie piano pieces played by Poulenc and Fervier on the invaluable UbuWeb. So yes, we're being played; so envious of the powerfully emoted powerlessness, we fear powerfully emoted powerlessness. So maybe retro culture is the reinvestment of surplus capital. Oh, the Greenwald comment from a few days ago: here's Arthur, here's more Tarzie (specifically on the next link) - am I glad revelations were made, yes. Does it matter that Greenwald's motives aren't pure? I don't know. Is it reflective of fanboys' and fangirls' (e.g. me) willingness to justify motives and behaviors in sham heroes if the immediate effect is to penalize the other side by code of one's own side's martyr's scripture (which is the same subclausy bullshitty subclause as the other side)? Is it part experiment, part theater? Isn't everything? Does it matter if our heroes capitalize in capitalism? I don't know - I spent an hour yesterday screaming at an Apple employee because Apple's latest software has totally fucked up my iPhone. Berryman/Eminem mash-up. What you can buy me for Giftmas, the Incredible Sestina Anthology. On drones and the global war on tribal Islam. Hey, a Zombie rising! Dear god, librarians show of their tattoos. So, on slowness: I don't know how. Dan played this last night, I haven't Seefeeled in a few months, it's still in my head this morning:







AMOUR HONESTUS

Edward Hirsch

The nights were long and cold and bittersweet,
And he made a song for the hell of it.

She stood by the window, a heavenly light
Who created havoc for the hell of it.

He used to fondle every skirt in sight,
Then he fell in love--that's the hell of it.

Now there's a courtyard with an abject knight
Yodeling his head off for the hell of it.

O poor me, my Lady, my hopeless plight!
She married a prince for the hell of it.

Honorable, unsatisfied, illicit--
Why bring it up? Just for the hell of it.

The fever spread from poet to poet
Who burned in the high-minded hell of it.

But the Untouchable had him by the throat,
And he stopped singing for the hell of it.

Love is a tower, a trance, a medieval pit.
When I lost you, I knew the hell of it.